supernatural
The hidden world of all things supernatural; a look inside witchcraft, spells, vexes, black magic and other spine-tingling supernatural phenomena.
Midnight Knocking on Doors, Portraits Crying: The Hundred Year Paranormal Curse Covering Stalin, No One dares to Break It Until Today
When it comes to Stalin, people often think of his iron fisted rule, the rise of the Soviet Union, and that heavy history, but few people know that there are many chilling supernatural rumors circulating around this Soviet supreme leader. These stories shuttle through the cracks of history, difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but they become more and more mysterious. Today, I will slowly tell you about them.
By Aiden Wangabout a month ago in Horror
The People of the Cave
Thousands of years ago, there lived a king in Rome named Decius (known in Arabic as Daqyanus). He was a cruel ruler who did not believe in Allah and worshipped idols instead. He forced his people to bow before these idols and punished anyone who opposed them. However, among this idol-worshipping nation, there were a few wise and thoughtful young men who believed that these idols made of stone and clay could not be gods.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn’t There
I moved into the apartment because it was cheap, not because I liked it. The building stood between two newer complexes like a forgotten tooth. Its bricks were faded, its stairwell smelled of old paint and trapped moisture, and the hallway lights flickered with a patience that made you feel watched. But the rent was half of what other places charged, and my job had just cut my hours. I told myself I could live with ugly.
By Active USA about a month ago in Horror
The Rabbit Girl and the Swamp Princess
Once upon a time, a young girl lived near the edge of the woods with her family raising rabbits. The forest was dark and evil, her father told her, and she was forbidden from wandering there. “Only wicked things live in the woods,” he would say. “Witches, monsters, and freaks make their home there. Beware!” But the only things she would see there were squirrels, birds, and the occasional hawk which she’d have to keep an eye on, for it liked rabbits. For her, the forest was peaceful and full of surprises, the perfect place to daydream, which she would do often.
By The Late Heavyabout a month ago in Horror
The Mirror
The mirror had been there since before Ashley could remember. It stood in the hallway outside her bedroom — tall, dark-framed, slightly taller than it should have been for the wall it occupied. She had never questioned it. That was the thing about the mirror. It simply was, the way the floorboards were, the way the morning light fell crooked through the kitchen window. Unremarkable. Permanent.
By Parsley Rose about a month ago in Horror
For the faint of heart, beware! Hong Kong Fox Spirit Murder Incident
Today, I'm going to talk about the sensational fox spirit murder case that rocked Hong Kong in 1981. During that time, everyone in Hong Kong, from tea restaurants to office buildings, from taxi drivers to neighbors, was talking about this case. At night, when they turned off the lights to sleep, they had to keep a close eye on their children's cribs, afraid that something strange might come knocking at their door. This case was not groundless. The level of strangeness from start to finish was even more terrifying than the fox spirit stories in "Liaozhai".
By Aiden Wangabout a month ago in Horror
THEY CAME BACK… BUT TIME DID NOT.
People imagine missing persons as a straight line... Someone vanishes, some time passes, and then they are found... or they aren’t. But there is another category of disappearance that refuses to behave in the normal manner.
By Veil of Shadowsabout a month ago in Horror
THE MIRROR THAT LEARNED MY NAME. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I covered the mirror because it wouldn’t stop smiling. At first, I thought it was just exhaustion. Night shifts mess with your head, especially when you live alone. Faces blur. Reflections lag. You see things that aren’t there.
By shakir hamidabout a month ago in Horror
The Neighbor Who Didn’t Exist. AI-Generated.
I live alone on the seventh floor of an old apartment building, where the wooden floors creak and the elevator hums in a familiar rhythm. In the mornings, sunlight filters through the dusty curtains, casting thin streaks across the floor. At night, the hallway lights spill pale, wavering light through the cracks in my door. At first, I felt peaceful.
By BlackScreennabout a month ago in Horror
